Cambridge I wanted to visit the second oldest university in England (Oxford is the first) so I trekked up from London and took in the sights. The "colleges" are really just dormitories with attached chapels, several of which are quite stunning. The best, pictured to the right, is King's College, founded by Henry IV or V or VI (I can't remember, and neither do most of the tour guides for that matter and who would really care if they told you the wrong one anyway).
	Pictures of King's College

A few miles (the Brits still use miles, thank god and queen) outside of Cambridge is the Duxford Air Museum. I gave it an afternoon, and OH what an adventure. I hired out the little plane shown to the right, a vintage 1930's Tiger Moth military trainer. The pilot was supposed to take me up for some gut-wrenching, vomit-inducing acrobatics. The first few loops were quite a bit of fun so I told him to really go for it. Big mistake.

We launched into a 2300ft vertical climb into what the pilot called a "vertical stall to the right". Now, for you non-pilots, a stall refers to a stall of lift produced by the angle of attack of the plane generating not enough pressure differential causing lift. A stall does not refer to the engine cutting off and failing to restart. We climbed majestically into the air to 3000ft. Just as the plane rolled over onto its back and started tumbing, the engine completely died. We tumbled 1500 feet straight at the ground. The wind was so fierce it knocked my helmet off. The expert pilot recovered at least modest control of the plane about 500 feet from the ground and coasted us to a crash landing in a dirt field about 30k from the airport... No broken bones or serious injuries. And no, they didn't even offer to give me my money back. I was so shaken up, I forgot to ask.